He decides to head back to base camp

“So, wait, what you’re telling me is that if I’m in danger, you have to use magic to protect me? Well, okay, that sounds good, but if that’s true, why don’t you just magic me outta here?” he asks.

“Well, I guess you need to me in more immediate danger for me to be able to act, but that’s alright, Master, because I will protect you when it matters most,” you say, confident in the truth of your reassurance.

“Well, I guess that’s alright then. We should probably head back to my base, I guess, although… you’re probably gonna stand out a bit,” says the Private, suddenly averting his eyes somewhat.

It’s only then that you manage to look down at what you’re wearing. You vaguely recall that it didn’t always looks quite like this. You were wearing a top made of glittering gold coins that hung over your breasts. They were loosely tied together with pieces of chain so that your nipples were easily visible between the medallions. The underside of your breasts weren’t covered at all. The skirt was made of the same shiny gold coins, and did little to cover your naked sex. It was a costume made for a ****. However, you strangely found that you felt quite comfortable in it.

“If you wish me to be more inconspicuous, I can change into something else, Master,” and with a snap of the finger you have changed into an unassuming military outfit very similar to your Master’s.

“Well, that’s not a bad idea, but it wouldn’t get us far. My CO would realize right away that you weren’t part of the unit. If you hide out in the lamp, can you still protect me?” the Private asks.

“Oh… yes, I can still respond I time from inside the lamp. I will wait in the lamp until you need me, Master,” you say, smiling.

“Wait, before you do that, my name is Private Benjamin Madsen, but you can call me Benji. Do you… have a name?”

“Oh yes, Master, my name is John, Master. Should I return to the lamp now?” you ask.

“I… you don’t have to call me… never mind, I’ll rub the lamp again when I’m somewhere safe, I guess,” Benji says.

Simply by willing it, you find yourself back in the bronze room, once again clad in your medallion outfit. This time, you don’t panic. You lie in a pile of red satin pillows and think. You focus on your memories, and you find that with concentration, you can remember who you are. You remember the costume shop, and you remember how you became the genie. However, the memories still feel distant, and somehow, you’re not able to connect them with who you are now, a genie.

Then, once again the gong reverberates off the bronze walls of the lamp…